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Against my jaw…
His fist is like a mallet when it hits me. My vision blurs.
I doubled over.
Fuck…
Pain shoots through my body all the way to my fingertips. But I can’t stop. If I stop now, he’ll kill me. I spring up with all the force of my anger. Years worth…And I hit him under the jaw. His head snaps up, blood splatters out. He falls back and lands on his back. The metal grating beneath our feet creaks with every move. I pounce on his chest and pound his face as hard as I can.
I swing with a wavering arm. It’s numb. Sore. He tries to cover his face, but again, I’m too fast. With a loud grunt, I slam into his jaw again, throwing all of my weight into the punch. My knuckles singe as they split open. The soft flesh beneath them stings. Blood pours.
I can’t tell where my blood begins and ends…
His face streams with blood, and I can tell by the gurgling breaths, he’s done. But, I can’t stop. I won’t.
His arms fall flat to his side… His breathing slows.
And then something snaps in me…I pull my gun out and pull the trigger. I can’t risk one more asshole on the street. At least, that’s what I tell myself. That’s the excuse I give myself. A reason why I’m the monster I am. But what difference does it make?
I jump down from the roof and land on the grate of the fire escape with a thud. Ilean over the rail and gasp, my hands on my knees.
That took a lot longer than I’m used to…
Maybe, Iamgetting old…
I choke and cough, gag, and gasp as I struggle to catch my breath…
But I won.
Maybe, I should have used my gun to start with. But there’s something about my fists crashing against flesh that gives me all the therapy I need.
And maybe, just maybe, I feel a little better now…
“You may wanna get looked at…” Josh says, holding onto my jaw and inspecting my face. My legs feel weak, and my stomach whirls. Back aches. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. Blood seeps from the two cuts on my face, and they’re burning ..stinging…
I feel like shit…
But I also feel better…
“No…” I grumble. “I’m fine…” I sit up and grip my head.
I hobble toward the door. “I have whiskey…” I say. “I’ll be alright…”
Chapter 15
Aria
Iclenchmyjawto hold in a low moan. I reach for his belt. My fingers are steady. Dipping past the leather strap and half open buckle, moving to grasp what I really want..
A smirk plays on his lips as I feel the prize pulse hotly in my hands. It’s already slick with arousal. Our mouths crash together. Biting. Licking. Sucking.
My hand is wet and pumping as my own heat roars between my legs, aching for him.
I want it.
I wince and bite down hard on his lips, causing him to pull back sharply for a moment. My hand squeezes his girth, and he hisses in delight. Maybe I could get a little of my frustration out andstillget what I want.
“You’re sick…” I breathe between kisses. “You’re a sick, awful person…”
